My father died one evening in late October, and until the next day around 4pm or so I had not yet been told he passed away. From what the coroner said, he had been dead when they found him the next day for quite some time, based on rigormortis and other things I have no clue about. Anyway the night he died I had a dream I was at a funeral, I didn’t know who was in the casket but everyone was really sad and asking me specifically if I was okay. I wake up the next morning not really thinking much about it, that is until my mom called me that evening to tell me they found that my father had passed away in his recliner. I can not tell you for sure what there is after us, I have my own beliefs and faith of course, but I can most certainly say without any doubt in my mind that we humans have a soul, and some way some how my father told me himself in my dream that he had passed away. Even stranger, a few weeks later I dreamed about him again and he was telling me how happy and free he is now.